Fireflies (Rabindranath Tagore Poems)
My fancies are fireflies, -Specks of living lighttwinkling in the dark.he voice of wayside pansies,that do not attract the careless ...
My fancies are fireflies, -Specks of living lighttwinkling in the dark.he voice of wayside pansies,that do not attract the careless ...
I THE DARKIn a worldless timeless lightless great emptiness Four-faced Brahma broods.nasad asin, no sad asit tadanim;nasid raja no vioma paro yat.kim ...
Take back your coins, King's Councillor. I am of those women yousent to the forest shrine to decoy the young ...
WE are to play the game of death to-night, my bride and I. The night is black, the clouds in the ...
None lives for ever, brother, andnothing lasts for long. Keep that inmind and rejoice. Our life is not the one old ...
Ah me, why did they build myhouse by the road to the markettown? They moor their laden boats nearmy trees. They come ...
Music is silenced, the dark descending slowlyHas stripped unending skies of all companions.Weariness grips your limbs and within the locked ...
The morning sea of silence broke into ripples of bird songs;and the flowers were all merry by the roadside;and the ...
Are you a mere picture, and not as true as those stars, true asthis dust? They throb with the pulse ...
In the village they call her the dark girlbut to me she is the flower KrishnakaliOn a cloudy day in ...
I shall gladly suffer the pride of culture to die out in my house,if only in some happy future I ...
Thou who art the innermost Spirit of my being,art thou pleased, Lord of my Life?For I give to thee my ...
Hands cling to hands and eyes lingeron eyes: thus begins the record of ourhearts. It is the moonlit night of March;the ...
Imagine, mother, that you are to stay at home and I am to travelinto strange lands. Imagine that my boat is ...
SUPPOSING I became a champa flower, just for fun, and grew on a branch high up that tree, and shook ...
21THEY throw their shadows before themwho carry their lantern on their back. 22THAT I existis a perpetual surprisewhich is life. 23"WE, the ...
When storm-clouds rumble in the sky and June showers come down. The moist east wind comes marching over the heath to ...
81WHAT is this unseen flame of darknesswhose sparks are the stars?82LET life be beautiful like summer flowersand death like autumn ...
61TAKE my wine in my own cup, friend.It loses its wreath of foamwhen poured into that of others. 62THE Perfect decks ...
Your questioning eyes are sad. They seek to know mymeaning as the moon would fathom the sea.I have bared my ...
Why do you whisper so faintly inmy ears, O Death, my Death? When the flowers droop in theevening and cattle come ...
When I bring to you colored toys, my child,I understand why there is such a play of colors on clouds, ...
Tired of waiting, you burst your bonds, impatient flowers, beforethe winter had gone. Glimpses of the unseen comer reached yourwayside ...
I travelled the old road every day, I took my fruits to the market,my cattle to the meadows, I ferried ...
They clamour and fight, they doubt and despair, they know no endto their wrangling. Let your life come amongst them like ...
In the morning I cast my net into the sea.I dragged up from the dark abyss things of strange aspect ...
The night was dark when she went away, and the slept. The night is dark now, and I call for her, ...
An unbelieving smile flits on youreyes when I come to you to take myleave. I have done it so often that ...
And in Wonder and Amazement I SingThe sky is full of the sun and the starsThe universe is full of ...
WHEN I bring you coloured toys, my child, I understand why there is such a play of colours on clouds, ...
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